Moon Song

The Massage

**Trigger Warning**

***Violent Rape Scene***

Chapter 1

“Relax” Stan said, as his hands clumsily fumbled about under her towel.

“Stan, please don’t. I don't want more than a massage.” Lydian pleaded for the third time.

“I promise you'll like what I have for you.” His lips curved into a creepy smile.

“Stan, I don't want that. I just want a massage. Can you please, just take me home now.”

“We are just starting to have fun though. Let me show you how much you're exciting me.” Stan began removing his jeans. His erection sprang free from its cloth cage.

Lydian jumped up from the bed she had been lying on and tightened the towel around her. She was beginning to get a little scared but she stood her ground. “No, we’re finished. Take me home, now.”

Stan laughed. Or maybe it was more of a cackle. One of those ironic chuckles like he knew something she didn’t. Lydian swallowed hard. She was losing control over the situation.

Her hand began to shake, so she quickly hid it by crossing her arms.

“I’m not finished yet. You’ll know when we’re finished, but not before you beg me for more.” He reached forward and caressed her face with his big fingers. Fingers that until a moment ago were giving her a mediocre massage. She had wanted to stay fully clothed for the man claiming to be a student studying massage and needing someone to practice on. It seemed like a good deal! Who wouldn't want a free massage? He said he was a 28-year-old computer programmer who needed a side hustle. He had taken several courses and now needed to practice a certain number of hours before being fully qualified. He said he would even pick her up, since she wasn't old enough to drive.

Why had she agreed?

Red flags were raised when he took her to a hotel instead of a studio, and even more red flags when there was no massage table set up, just a hotel bed.

Why had she changed into a towel when he insisted he wouldn’t be able to do a proper massage if she had her clothes on?

Red flags were waving and sirens started going off when he climbed onto her back and began massaging her shoulders. His knees were on either side of her and she couldn't move.

She told herself over and over it was OK.

"Just get through the massage, and go home and never accept another free massage again ever." She thought to herself.

He then moved himself so he was sitting on the backs of her legs. That's when it happened. His hands ventured up the bottom of her towel and in-between her thighs.

Lydian closed her legs tightly, hoping it had just been a mistake. It wasn't. He pressed his hand harder between her thighs.

That's when she had told him no the first time. He wasn't listening to her at all. When he let her up and told her to relax, she thought he would stop. She thought he had listened to her, but she was wrong.

Lydian worked hard to keep herself from trembling.

She tried one more time to reason. “Stan, please. I’m 15. I don’t want this. I don’t know you. Just take me home.” A tear slid down her cheek before she could blink it away. Control was lost. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably now as she slipped into panic mode.

"Just take me home and we can forget any of this ever happened."She pleaded.

“You will never forget me, for as long as you live,” he said, bending down to kiss her. Lydian froze while his lips pummelled hers in slobbery kisses. He was like some sort of animal the way he ravaged her lips. She tried to recoil in disgust, but his hands roughly held her head in place.

Lydian gagged against his mouth.

Feeling finally came back to her extremities as anger filled her.

She kneed him as hard as she could in his disgusting dangly bits. He let go of her, and dropped to the floor. Lydian made a mad dash for the bathroom where her clothes were neatly folded on top of the toilet seat.

A million thoughts were running through her mind as she tried to close the door for safety, starting with “Why didn’t I run for the hotel door", and finishing with “Why did I come here at all?”

What was she doing here? In a crummy motel with a stranger from the internet. Had she behaved like a tease? Had she done something to make him think she wanted him? Maybe she had. Maybe she had flirted a little bit.

Maybe she had wanted to put herself in a compromising situation. Maybe she wanted to prove that not everyone would take advantage of her. Maybe she needed to prove that, in this situation, she had what it took to stand up for herself this time; protect herself this time.

Maybe this was her fault.

Hope filled her as she reached the safety of the bathroom and tried to push the door closed! She was almost safe! Relief flooded over her, but instead of hearing the door latch, she heard a foot catch the door. She pushed with all her might, but she couldn’t close it. "No!" she screamed as her hope died inside her.

He pushed the almost closed door open and Lydian fell back, tripping over the bathtub. Her towel came undone, and she was left in panties with her chest exposed. She pulled her legs into the tub, trying to get as far away from him as she could, but he grabbed her hair, yanking her out of the tub. Her scalp was on fire where he was pulling her hair the hardest, and where her head was yanked, she made her body follow to ease the pain. He pushed her down to her knees, so his c**k was in front of her face.

“Now be a good girl and open up.”

She glared at him. “Whatever you put in my mouth, you’re going to lose.”

He punched her hard on the side of the mouth. “Not if you don’t have any teeth. Now do what I say!”

She pursed her lips closed, almost biting down on them to keep them closed. No way was she opening her mouth to this sick f**k.

He hit her again, so hard she was afraid she would lose her teeth. She could taste blood. She could feel blood running down her chin.

“I didn’t know until just now how much I like it when you fight back.” he snarled in her face. Then he yanked her by the scalp once again, throwing her to the floor of the hotel room.

Lydian felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her as she hit the floor. The air seemed to escape from her lungs as she tried to scream. Nothing came out but a warbled half screech. He held her down by the neck as he grabbed her cotton panties. He yanked them forward and she heard a rip. That time she was able to scream.

“No!” came out resounding at a decibel she didn’t know she was capable of. “Help me! Please someone! Help me!” He grabbed her by the jaw and pinched it together so she couldn’t move her mouth. Still, she tried to get through to him. “Stop!! Don’t!” Came out awkwardly from her immobile mouth. He covered her mouth with one hand and held her throat with the other. She sobbed against his hand. He aligned himself with her body and he took her. The tears stung her eyes as her insides were pulled apart. The more she cried, the harder he squeezed her neck. She had to get out of here. If not physically, then mentally.

“Be a machine.” she thought over and over. “Machines can’t feel pain. Be a machine.”

She tuned out. She closed her eyes, and she imagined something else.

She was royalty. She had a big castle. She had loyal supporters who helped her rule her kingdom with kindness and fairness. She had a lifelong mate at her side who protected her from harm. He loved her and was gentle with her. Both as a partner, friend and lover. She was happy. She was free from pain and nightmares. Nothing could harm her. There was a woman there. She was young, beautiful, her hair was the brightest white she had ever seen, and she was dressed in a bright white gown to match. She looked like she was glowing. She was singing. She couldn’t make out the words, but it was beautiful. Comforting. Calming. Healing.

She didn’t hear Stan finish. She didn’t feel him choking her harder. She didn’t notice she was losing consciousness. She only knew her imaginary world where everything was good and happy, and the moon song brought her complete peace.

She didn’t notice when she stopped breathing or when Stan walked out the door, leaving her for dead.